Even at 68 there are firsts.
A surprise today, for example, The smallest ritual of frying an egg, Became a eucharist of laying it up Onto a white plate, over a slice of sourdough - When did this old Anarchist Become so formalized in his worship?
Yes, organic ice creams from Vans at their wedding
And a phone-free zone to eat them in The sign said 'No Carbon Heavy presents, please... Do use the paper cups & plates for recycling.' Guests brought pie and baskets of fruit Chemically free to make whole pulp smoothies The Bride wore... Thrift, the Groom... Utility There was homemade wine and local cheeses Old mix tapes were played of romances past Naughty Jokes and Texts read were out loud Sketch pads and crayons lay on every table For a record to be made of this day of vows They were trying to do it... their way. Then, a full month's honeymoon in sunnier climes Champagne & Strawberries on the beach Silk kimonos & chocolate lying neatly on pillows A Cabin Steward for Room Service never out of reach The great and the good as their fellow passengers Posh evenings and bingo with luxurious prizes A galaxy of Stars for entertainment every night And not a word spoken of the World and its crises A sauna, a massage, a cornucopia of oils Delicacies of seafood, fine wines and liqueurs If you are going to do it then better do it right Weddings like this, well... you need to make them Yours And that's what they did... Their way.
We went to such a wedding as this of late - The sheer waste of 'good organic food' left over at the end was, well, traumatic! But I have exaggerated slightly - Merely for poetic effect, of course.
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